Striking matches and I'm smoking cigarettesPutting on the kettle, playing a cassetteFolding up the papers rubbing my eyesThinking of all that had happened last nightThe passion, the feelings that soaked in her loveAnd the pools of silence when kisses were sprungHer love levitates me, I'm walking on airTwo feet from the carpet, I'll always be thereOh I'm striking matches it's morning againI look in the mirror i still look the sameI'm striking matches it's morning againI look in the mirror i go up in flames

Striking matches getting a flame on the stoveThere's some of her in the teeth of my combDirty clothes piled up on the bathroom floorShe's silently sleeping, i half close the doorI see her beauty laying on my bedI'm warm from within me with what she has saidHer love is my balloon, i won't let it downFor ever and ever I'll always be proud.

I'm a director casting for a part(turn on the light)It's for a soap set here right in my heart.(leave her alone)Shuffle to the window shuffle to the door(don't wake her up)She gets the part i don't want to see anymore(unplug the phone)